to face away from him. In less than a second, she was oh so glad she did.
Ethan was still working it over in his head how Grace just left him to his own devices. She was friendly, but she seemed to be that way with everyone. He tried playing with her, flirting, but got nothing. She was a real ice queen, a challenge.
He, of course, had never been challenged by a woman before. Therefore, chasing after Grace even for polite conversation was new to him. It was interesting; she was interesting. How long had he been rubbing her shoulders now?
Grace wanted to melt under his rough fingers. He rubbed the sun-block across her upper back and lifted the braid to rub it across her neck. He slid his fingers under the straps of her tank-top but over the straps of her bra to get all of her shoulders. It was like a massage, and she didn't want it to stop. He chatted her up at every turn, and she really didn't know what to say. No man had ever shown so much interest. Mitchell had known her since childhood. They didn't have to get to know each other. Ethan, she wanted to get to know him alright, inside and out.
"Grace.” Ethan stood in front of her now.
Her eyes were closed with her head tilted up and her glossy lips parted. She wanted him alright. He could see it in that face and those nipples. It was scorching hot outside; that wasn't from a breeze. He felt better about his own disposition now. His cock was semi hard and moving rapidly for his waistband.
Her skin was smooth and tempting, making him want to lather up the front as well. He spent way too long spreading the sun-block, even under the straps of her shirt, and she let him. He called her name again, “Grace."
"Humm,” she said slowly.
"I'm done.” Ethan dropped his voice a notch.
Her eyes snapped open, and her head fell forward.
"Oh.” She fought the blush.
"How are you so tan if you wear so much sun-block?” Ethan was curious. The woman used SPF 50 sport. She could land on the sun and not get a tan.
"What ... I don't. Ugh! It's sprayed on, okay.” The man asked the most personal questions. How can she answer him without getting flustered?
"Why do you do that?” Ethan had her talking, and he didn't want her to stop. He hated that she sprayed on a tan. She was beautiful, and he liked all her freckles. He wanted to see more of them. He really wanted to grab a pen and connect them into neat shapes and diagrams.
"To hide the freckles,” Grace said in a disgruntled tone. He really didn't know anything about polite conversation with a lady. “I hate them."
"I like your freckles. I think they're cute. Are they everywhere?” Ethan was swaying again. She had him pumped up with energy. Just talking to her was really getting him wound up. He never knew what she was going to say next.
"Comes with the territory.” Grace pulled at her red braid. God, did he say he liked my freckles? He has to be kidding. Teasing me? “Are you ADHD or something?"
"What?” Ethan stopped. That was a thinker. Why would she get that impression?
"You have been moving nonstop since the courthouse.” Grace looked up at him. Her skin still tingled from his touch. He had done more with a few moments than any other man had done in her life. Maybe she didn't need batteries. Maybe she needed one night with Ethan.
"Have I? Huh, I must just be all wound up from all this conversation we've been having.” He felt wound up but hadn't realized his body was showing it. That was very unlike him. He was always calm around women; they were always wound up around him. Until Grace that is.
"But I haven't been talking to you.” She raised a brow.
"EXACTLY!” He smiled. “See Megan and Chase, they are over there. You and me, we're over here. So, that means I have to depend on you, my lovely hostess, to entertain me.” He started swaying again, this time on purpose.
"Oh.” Grace sucked her bottom lip in. He was trying to be friendly, and she was being a bad host. She needed to stop thinking about his
Ethan was still working it over in his head how Grace just left him to his own devices. She was friendly, but she seemed to be that way with everyone. He tried playing with her, flirting, but got nothing. She was a real ice queen, a challenge.
He, of course, had never been challenged by a woman before. Therefore, chasing after Grace even for polite conversation was new to him. It was interesting; she was interesting. How long had he been rubbing her shoulders now?
Grace wanted to melt under his rough fingers. He rubbed the sun-block across her upper back and lifted the braid to rub it across her neck. He slid his fingers under the straps of her tank-top but over the straps of her bra to get all of her shoulders. It was like a massage, and she didn't want it to stop. He chatted her up at every turn, and she really didn't know what to say. No man had ever shown so much interest. Mitchell had known her since childhood. They didn't have to get to know each other. Ethan, she wanted to get to know him alright, inside and out.
"Grace.” Ethan stood in front of her now.
Her eyes were closed with her head tilted up and her glossy lips parted. She wanted him alright. He could see it in that face and those nipples. It was scorching hot outside; that wasn't from a breeze. He felt better about his own disposition now. His cock was semi hard and moving rapidly for his waistband.
Her skin was smooth and tempting, making him want to lather up the front as well. He spent way too long spreading the sun-block, even under the straps of her shirt, and she let him. He called her name again, “Grace."
"Humm,” she said slowly.
"I'm done.” Ethan dropped his voice a notch.
Her eyes snapped open, and her head fell forward.
"Oh.” She fought the blush.
"How are you so tan if you wear so much sun-block?” Ethan was curious. The woman used SPF 50 sport. She could land on the sun and not get a tan.
"What ... I don't. Ugh! It's sprayed on, okay.” The man asked the most personal questions. How can she answer him without getting flustered?
"Why do you do that?” Ethan had her talking, and he didn't want her to stop. He hated that she sprayed on a tan. She was beautiful, and he liked all her freckles. He wanted to see more of them. He really wanted to grab a pen and connect them into neat shapes and diagrams.
"To hide the freckles,” Grace said in a disgruntled tone. He really didn't know anything about polite conversation with a lady. “I hate them."
"I like your freckles. I think they're cute. Are they everywhere?” Ethan was swaying again. She had him pumped up with energy. Just talking to her was really getting him wound up. He never knew what she was going to say next.
"Comes with the territory.” Grace pulled at her red braid. God, did he say he liked my freckles? He has to be kidding. Teasing me? “Are you ADHD or something?"
"What?” Ethan stopped. That was a thinker. Why would she get that impression?
"You have been moving nonstop since the courthouse.” Grace looked up at him. Her skin still tingled from his touch. He had done more with a few moments than any other man had done in her life. Maybe she didn't need batteries. Maybe she needed one night with Ethan.
"Have I? Huh, I must just be all wound up from all this conversation we've been having.” He felt wound up but hadn't realized his body was showing it. That was very unlike him. He was always calm around women; they were always wound up around him. Until Grace that is.
"But I haven't been talking to you.” She raised a brow.
"EXACTLY!” He smiled. “See Megan and Chase, they are over there. You and me, we're over here. So, that means I have to depend on you, my lovely hostess, to entertain me.” He started swaying again, this time on purpose.
"Oh.” Grace sucked her bottom lip in. He was trying to be friendly, and she was being a bad host. She needed to stop thinking about his
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